| -Dr Syntax-
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| This is for the whole world
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| If they don’t know, time we go and tell em
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| This skill level that a hater finds so upsetting
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| I’m not playing you won’t hear me say I’m only messing
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| What I’m displaying on the rhythm is my sole projection
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| And since a young age this has been my sole obsession
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| And some would say I’m a waste and knowing no direction
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| But I get praise even if I ownin' no possession
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| Critical acclaim while their lives are showing no progression
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| Done it again like Magoo, this is true
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| But I’m far from fumbling, I’m easing hunger pains in the booth
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| Make em jump like you’d think they’re tryna hit the roof
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| Tryna listen like a politician stayin' in the loop
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| These dope rhymes pack a club like a chicken coop
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| Got old timers back in touch with their inner youth
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| I kick it smooth like a jazzy interlude
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| Then we hit them with the old switcheroo
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| Lift the mood like
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| We make you feel the vibe
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| Get on that Synners hype
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| I don’t mean now and then I’m talkin' every single time
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| Move like you mean it
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| Every single time
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| Show me you believe it
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| Every single time
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| Soon as we step inside
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| We gettin' mesmerised
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| Believe sleepin' on my team is still ill-advised
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| Move like you mean it
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| Every single time
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| Show me you believe it
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| Every single time
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| Every single time
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| Now I got my act together
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| Try show me a band that’s fresher
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| When we put our acts together we couldn’t have planned it better
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| Might not be stackin' cheddar
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| But we makin' every track a treasure
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| Workin' like we’re handymen who carry Black & Decker’s
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| So bang your head until you snap your neck
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| As if you backed a can of Stella then tried to do some Capoiera
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| When exactly will you see me lackin' effort to prompt in any less than mass
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| hysteria
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| The answer that I have is never
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| It’s not rocket science
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| It’s one hot alliance
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| Sure thing, we’re all in, we’re not compromising
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| What I’m personifying is a light on the horizon
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| When I switch it on, avert your eyes, you can’t stop me shinin'
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| Might be too bright
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| You might just lose sight
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| Of how to keep your cool like you never tried to use ice
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| Who’s nicer than me using mics
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| Word to the wise
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| You can scrutinise, but it’s stupid to deny that
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| We make you feel the vibe
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| Get on that Synners hype
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| I don’t mean now and then I’m talkin' every single time
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| Move like you mean it
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| Every single time
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| Show me you believe it
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| Every single time
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| Soon as we step inside
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| We gettin' mesmerised
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| Believe sleepin' on my team is still ill-advised
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| Move like you mean it
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| Every single time
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| Show me you believe it
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| Every single time |